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Last updated on December 22, 2024.
I used to be Snow White, but I drifted.
He'd be better off shoveling snow.
Some field days can be tough. I've worked inside fuel tanks with 3 foot ceilings, in -42 to +42 Celsius temperatures, in snow and smoke and hail, and I've dug through snow and ice and pavement to find legal evidence. I've worked clear through the night by headlamp, and I've flown in a rickety long-islander with propane tanks strapped into the other seats. I've jury-rigged missing equipment, broken into my own truck, and cut out an emergency helicopter pad with a machete. I've been hungry, cold, tired, lost, injured, and downright hopeless!
Drinks, fans and snow - heaven — © Wretch 32
Drinks, fans and snow - heaven
Sometimes I think maybe they were right all along, the people on the other side in Zombieland. Maybe it would be better if we didn't love. If we didn't lose either. If we didn't get our hearts stomped on, shattered: if we didn't have to patch and repatch until we're like Frankenstein monsters, all sewn together and bound up by who knows what. If we could just float along, like snow. But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer - big explosions of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets, a riot of flowers and wind that smells like honey - pick the snow?
With a changing key, you unlock the house where the snow of what’s silenced drifts. Just like the blood that bursts from Your eye or mouth or ear, so your key changes. Changing your key changes the word That may drift with flakes. Just like the wind that rebuffs you, Clenched round your word is the snow.
Never try to snow a snowman.
Here I'm here- the snow falling.
The morning is like the inside of a snow-apple.
Just one more thing. I kill Snow.
Cinderella? Snow White? What's that? An illness?
I dream dark dreams. I dream of a figure moving through the forest, of children flying from his path, of young women crying at his coming. I dream of snow and ice, of bare branches and moon-cast shadows. I dream of dancers floating in the air, stepping lightly even in death, and my own pain is but a faint echo of their suffering as I run. My blood is black on the snow, and the edges of the world are silvered with moonlight. I run into the darkness, and he is waiting. I dream in black and white, and I dream of him. I dream of Caleb, who does not exist, and I am afraid.
There is no such thing as too much snow.
The Great Snow! How cheerful it is to hear of! — © Henry David Thoreau
The Great Snow! How cheerful it is to hear of!
I think snow is so evocative and has such a powerful atmosphere.
Streams of melting snow.
... the people who, in spite of the bonds of sin which fetter them and hinder them (by constraint and by inciting them to new sins), come to Him, our Savior, with perfect repentance for tormenting Him, who despise all the strength of the fetters of sin and force themselves to break their bonds ? such people at last actually appear before the face of God made whiter than snow by His grace. 'Come, says the Lord: Though your sins be as scarlet, I will make them whiter than snow' (Isa. 1:18).
The filth under the white snow, the sunne discovers.
Genius is an African who dreams up snow.
Snow is so beautiful, it doesn't have to be useful.
You know nothing, Jon Snow
First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
I read about a guy in Michigan this winter who was cruising along on his snow mobile. "Whoo hoo!" Didn't see a barbed wire fence. FOOM - cut his head right off. And I'll be honest with you, my first thought was... That's how I want to go. Having the time of your life, "whoo hoo!" FOOM. I want the last thought in my head to be, 'Hey, check out that headless snow mobile driver. He's got a jacket just like mine.'
Normally you have news, weather and travel.....but not on snow day, on snow day news is weather is travel.
Requiescat Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair Fallen to dust. Lily-like, white as snow, She hardly knew She was a woman, so Sweetly she grew. Coffin-board, heavy stone, Lie on her breast, I vex my heart alone She is at rest. Peace, Peace, she cannot hear Lyre or sonnet, All my life’s buried here, Heap earth upon it.
I have not yet lost a feeling of wonder, and of delight, that this delicate motion should reside in all the ordinary things around us, revealing itself only to him who looks for it. I remember, in the winter of our first experiments, just seven years ago, looking on snow with new eyes. There the snow lay around my doorstep - great heaps of protons quietly precessing in the earth’s magnetic field. To see the world for a moment as something rich and strange is the private reward of many a discovery.
At the top of the mountain we are all snow leopards.
I love snow cones.
Don't eat the yellow snow.
Snow is the only one of us that leaves no tracks.
Free the snow globes!
I love Jon Snow's character.
Christmas in L.A. is weird. There's no snow. It's not even cold.
An actor is a sculptor who carves in snow.
Money is only congealed snow.
Vnder water, famine; under snow, bread.
Cement doesn't give as much as snow.
Snow is the beginning and the end of everything.
If only you could hear
 the sound of snow — © Hakuin Ekaku
If only you could hear the sound of snow
If flurries be the food of quests, snow on.
Whether you boyle snow or pound it, you can have but water of it.
With luck, it might even snow for us.
We panic if there's two centimeters of snow in London.
One must have a mind of winter to regard the frost and the boughs of the pine trees, crusted with snow, And have been cold a long time, to behold the junipers, shagged with ice, the spruces, rough in the distant glitter of the January sun, and not to think of any misery in the sound of the wind, in the sound of a few leaves, which is the sound of the land, full of the same wind, blowing in the same bare place for the listener, who listens in the snow, and, nothing herself, beholds nothing that is not there, and the nothing that is.
Do you hear the snow against the windowpanes, Kitty? How nice and soft it sounds! Just as if some one was kissing the window all over outside. I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, 'Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.' And when they wake up in the summer, Kitty, they dress themselves all in green, and dance about - whenever the wind blows.
He took a dog-doo snow cone and stuffed it in my right eye. He took a dog-doo snow cone and stuffed it in my other eye.
Just snow and sapphire and ink.
A solution to stop gang banging: SNOW!!
Snow endures but for a season, and joy comes with the morning. — © Marcus Aurelius
Snow endures but for a season, and joy comes with the morning.
As chaste as unsunned snow.
It's, like, a rule. You can't have Christmas without snow.
The very fact of snow is such an amazement.
Be like snow - cold, but beautiful.
Have you seen the snow leopard? No! Isn't that wonderful?
I'm that neighborhood blizzard flooding these streets with snow.
Blackened skeleton arms of wood by the wayside pointed upward to the convent, as if the ghosts of former travellers, overwhelmed by the snow, haunted the scene of their distress. Icicle-hung caves and cellars built for refuges from sudden storms, were like so many whispers of the perils of the place; never-resting wreaths and mazes of mist wandered about, hunted by a moaning wind; and snow, the besetting danger of the mountain, against which all its defences were taken, drifted sharply down.
I have always known that there were spellbinding evil parts for women. For one thing, I was taken at an early age to see Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. Never mind the Protestant work ethic of the dwarfs. Never mind the tedious housework-is-virtuous motif. Never mind the fact that Snow White is a vampire -- anyone who lies in a glass coffin without decaying and then comes to life again must be. The truth is that I was paralysed by the scene in which the evil queen drinks the magic potion and changes her shape. What power, what untold possibilities!
I like snow, but I don't want to live in Siberia.
Light is snow sifted / To an abstraction.
The moonlight lay upon the hills like snow.
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